Hope springs eternal

It’s no secret that I’ve had a bad attitude over the weather for the past few months. I’ve moaned, complained and whined incessantly about the cold, the snow and ice. Like many of you, I had come to the conclusion that it just wouldn’t end and that spring would never arrive at all. According to the calendar, as of today, spring is officially in the air. Hmm. Oh sure, there are signs of life. Yesterday, from my sick bed, I saw my first robin and quietly rejoiced. Glimpsing the proverbial red breast, I hauled myself up and grabbed the camera, determined to capture the moment to review later and ensure that it wasn’t a mirage brought on by high-temperature hallucinations. I’m on day nine of the flu and not a happy camper. Again, many of you have also succumbed to what has been described as a season fraught with “dramatic cases of the H1N1 [Swine Flu] across the nation” (www.weather.com). I don’t know anything about drama and personally never exaggerate, so I’ll just stick to the facts. This has been the worst cold anyone on earth has ever been forced to endure, and it’s a miracle that I’ve survived at all. Most likely, I am the only man on the planet to suffer this much, and undoubtedly deserve a medal of sorts for getting up each morning, walking the dog and putting one foot in front of the other, defying the odds and (IMHO) inspiring others with my super-human will to live.

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Jonathan Fox currently lives in Sullivan County. Having written for film and television, he now concentrates his efforts on novels, plays and assorted periodicals, along with his weekly "Humble Opinion" on life in the Catskills.